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The girl's enthusiasm about her new talent is infectious, and the silver finds herself smiling despite herself. She examines the creation again, noticing that whilst the glass seems solid enough, she will have to take care not to bite too hard with it, for fear it could shatter and rip her mouth to pieces. "I'll most certainly recommend it. You could more than likely make equipment for several other ranks, too. Vials for the healers to store their potions in, amulets for the Seers to beckon the Gods..." If that's what Seers do - Nyx isn't entirely up to date on what that particular rank does. Healers heal, warriors fight, crafters craft, yet those focused on the Gods...she doesn't quite comprehend their purpose. They have one, no doubt, she just doesn't know what it is.
She thinks over other possible weapons, too. Armour might not be ideal, given the brittle nature of the material they're working with, but glass knives and arrows that shatter on impact and send barbs into tender enemy flesh? Grenades, filled with poisoned shards, to be dropped from above by flying companions or pegasi? The possibilities are truly endless, and the silver finds herself going quite misty-eyed at them. But she jerks herself back into reality with a sharp flick of her head. "Well, I should return to my duties. Thank you again for your gift, Anzanie. Keep practicing - you might discover even more uses for your magic." The grey mare dips her head to the splashed one, then arches her neck to scoop up her fangs. She will get Dominus to tuck them in her mane for her, where they can be easily accessed when battle comes, but for now she carries them in her mouth. She fastens them to her teeth so she gets used to the sensation of them, the added weight, the added power...Still glowing with possibilities, Nyx leaves Anzanie to her glassworks, nursing her particular fruit of the Glazier's labour. |
@Anzanie
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
